A full accounting of the events I've missed. I'm sure it won't be the strangest bout of pillow talk we've ever engaged in.

[But he feels it too, the soreness of having her and then losing her, and even if it's not rubbed raw with the agony of five months, it's still a sentiment he shares. Of course he shares it; how couldn't he, when it's something she's feeling too?

So he doesn't let her go, or at least he doesn't let her go unscathed. His free hand slips up to the comb in her hair, catching it easily and tugging it free with playful mischief, as much so she'll have to suffer through her long loose hair for the trip home as so he'll have something to occupy his fingers with for the duration.]

I ought to ask about any number of things, I suppose. Your friends, your students, your living circumstances. But...truth be told, the only thing I really want to hear about at the moment is you.